It's safe the say the last gasp of summer has come and gone. Not a hint of the sun today, rain, and our high was 55F.
I felt it in my bones all day long.
Last night at 11 p.m., I began working on the sixth interlude for The Night Watchers. I worked an hour, managing only one paragraphed, and realized it just wasn't going to happen. So, I got up
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